A life less ornery
SOME folk in Tennessee swear black and blue that the events depicted in Get Low actually happened around their way some time in the 1930s.
The woodlands myth runs something like this: There was this ornery hermit who kept his money under the bed and had a shotgun trained on the front porch.
Not that many folk were game enough to come calling, as it was widely held this grizzly old coot had killed a bunch of men back when he was a grizzly young coot.
The elderly gent ended his exile from the human race in bizarre fashion when he set about conducting his own funeral service while still alive.
Short on friends and family because of his reputation, the doors to the shindig were flung open to anyone who had a story to tell about the much-feared curmudgeon. As an incentive, the spinner of the best yarn walked away with the deeds to the not-yet-deceased’s estate.
All in all, it’s quite a tall tale, as I’m sure you will agree.
With a wink in its eye and a wonk in its internal logic, Get Low mischievously sticks to its version of events knowing full well it is wielding a secret weapon to silence all naysayers.
That weapon, of course, is the great actor Robert Duvall ( pictured with Sissy Spacek), whose pitch-perfect portrayal of the whiskery wild man in question is a pleasure to witness, pure and simple.